At that moment, the Angel God's voice also echoed in Qian Daoliu's mind:
[Place the successor in the Pope's Hall. Anyone may approach and speak with him.]
[No interference. No retaliation. No surveillance of the successor allowed.]
Qian Daoliu trembled slightly. He had never seen a divine trial of this kind before. Although he didn't know the exact contents of the test, he could vaguely guess.
This must be some kind of social test, to let Qian Renfeng experience the complexities of human relationships—a trial in discernment and trust.
Daoliu had wanted to teach these things himself but never found the right opportunity. With a long sigh, he prayed silently:
Let's hope Xiaofeng doesn't fall into someone's trap too easily…
In the Pope's Hall.
Hu Liena had changed into a new outfit especially for this meeting and walked cheerfully into the hall.
She wore a tight black bodysuit that outlined her near-perfect curves. Her lower half was dressed in ultra-short hot pants, accentuating her youthful figure in all the right places.
She was only ten years old, yet her physique rivaled that of girls several years older.
"The teacher went all out. At least she managed to get the young master transferred to the Pope's Hall. If he were anywhere else, I'd have had a much harder time getting to him."
Hu Liena smiled sweetly, her heart fluttering as she walked. She'd already made up her mind about how to get the secrets she wanted out of Qian Renfeng.
Kids are easy. A few sweets or toys and they'll spill everything…
In her hand, she carried two lollipops as she made her way to Qian Renfeng's room. She paused at the door, scanning the area out of habit before murmuring:
"Hmm, not bad~"
"Security's surprisingly light."
She raised her pale hand and knocked lightly—knock knock knock. The sound stirred Qian Renfeng, who had been meditating inside.
He wasn't doing anything particularly serious, so he quickly got up and opened the door. Standing outside was a girl slightly taller than him, curvy, and dressed provocatively.
This was their first meeting, but Hu Liena greeted him with a warm smile:
"Little Qian Renfeng, aren't you going to invite your big sister in?"
Renfeng eagerly stepped aside. He had been waiting for her. This was his third divine trial, and he almost wanted to grab her by the collar and yell:
"What took you so long?!"
"Come in, Sis! Let's play 'lift me!'"
Renfeng responded with an innocent, childish tone, luring her in so the trial could officially begin. The two of them were each playing their own game—with very different goals.
Hu Liena looked down at the six-year-old child.
But Renfeng?
He looked down at a ten-year-old girl.
Take advantage of Hu Liena? Too easy.
After all, the Asura God didn't specify what kind of "advantage"—if he tricked her into giving up both lollipops, that counted, right?
Hu Liena felt a moment of confusion. This was the boy's first time meeting her, but the way he welcomed her with such enthusiasm felt… off.
Not like a child. More like a creepy older guy wearing a child's skin.
Still, she brushed it off. After all, Qian Renfeng had only recently awakened his martial spirit. At most, he'd be a two-ringed Soul Master, just like herself.
If anything happened, she could handle him.
After they entered the room, it wasn't long before the door suddenly slammed open, and Hu Liena ran out sobbing, tears streaming down her face, her cries echoing through the entire Pope's Hall.
But…
No one heard her.
Qian Daoliu had already removed all nearby guards. This was the Angel God's decree.
Still, hearing the crying, Qian Daoliu immediately flew over to Renfeng's room.
Seeing the boy safe and sound—looking rather pleased with himself—he let out a breath of relief.
"Xiaofeng… what did you do this time?"
Renfeng couldn't hide his grin.
"Nothing, Grandpa."
"You all keep saying I have deep soul power, right? That big sister looked a bit frail—said she felt hot right when she came in, wanted to take off her clothes."
"So I used my soul power to help her warm up her meridians. From her head to her toes… three full times! Only then did she say she didn't feel hot anymore!"
Qian Daoliu's face darkened.
You're six years old! Why are you "warming up" someone else's meridians when your own aren't even stabilized?!
"Did you complete the Angel God's trial?"
Renfeng nodded.
"I think so, Grandpa. But I haven't heard her voice yet. Maybe I need to wait a bit—"
Before he could finish, the Angel God's voice rang out in his mind:
[Angel God's Third Trial complete. Reward: Full set of soul rings granted. Martial spirit evolved to Eight-Winged Angel.]
Qian Daoliu heard it too—clearly. As the Angel God's servant, he could also receive divine messages.
Suddenly, Renfeng's Six-Winged Angel Spirit erupted from his body. The yellow soul ring he had hunted appeared around it.
Then, a second yellow ring rose from his feet. Two hundred-year soul rings spun around him.
The ritual didn't stop there.
Next came two purple rings, glowing with even greater power.
Four rings.
Then, shockingly—four black soul rings surged up in succession!
Eight rings.
Finally, a deep blood-red soul ring emerged, resembling flowing crimson—
Nine rings. A 100,000-year soul ring!
What would take an ordinary person decades or even a lifetime to achieve, this six-year-old had already accomplished.
Nine rings. Titled Douluo. Level 96 Super Douluo.
Qian Renfeng didn't speak—but he suddenly let out a cry of pain. His body trembled violently as if being stretched unnaturally. His bones creaked and shifted.
From 1.2 meters, he rapidly grew to a 1.6-meter-tall teenager!
The most dramatic change was behind him—his once six angel wings now expanded, and two more wings sprouted.
Eight-Winged Angel—evolution complete.
Qian Daoliu didn't dare let go of his grandson's hand. Anyone chosen by a god was never ordinary.
But Qian Renfeng's growth…
Wasn't this a little too much?!
Six years old.
Nine soul rings.
A martial spirit that had already evolved into an Eight-Winged Angel.
Though his body and appearance now looked much older, he was still only six.
Then, suddenly, a terrifying killing aura erupted from his body and exploded upward, blasting through the ceiling of the Pope's Hall.
The entire Spirit Hall was instantly engulfed in this overwhelming aura of slaughter—sending chills down everyone's spines.
[Asura God's Third Trial complete: Full soul ring set granted. Shura Demon Sword power enhanced by 1%.]
Another blood-red soul ring rose from Qian Renfeng's feet.